so it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks
and
we're not kids on swingsets on the
blacktop
and i thought at fifteen that i'd
have it down by sixteen
and twenty-four keeps
breathing in my face
like a mad whore
and
twenty-four keeps pounding at my door
like a
friend you don't want to see
oldness comes
with a smile
to every love given
child
oldness comes to rile
the youth who
dream suicide
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